Miserere Nobis
It was late when all the preparations for Jacob's funeral had been made. Jack took it upon himself with Sam's permission to arrange the service at the base and for the participation of the Tok'ra. Sam called her brother and arranged for a quiet service and burial in the family plot, although there would, in fact, be nothing to bury. This sham burial could have been held in Arlington with full military honors befitting a General but she needed peace in her family. The vortex of the Stargate would swallow up all the earthly remaining of her father and of Selmak in the ancient rites of the Tok'ra. The stone, a cenotaph, at the family plot would be the only tribute to Jacob Carter and the design Sam picked of entwined vines would be a reminder to all who knew him, truly knew him in his final years, of his blending with Selmak.
And so a little after eight the two officers made their way out of the mountain complex to their respective cars. The Volvo refused to cooperate in this damp night and reduced its owner to tears of frustration. She had remained rather stoic during the calls and arrangement regarding her father's death but this engine that refused to turn over was the proverbial straw. Headlights lit up the interior of her car as the big pick up swung around. O'Neill got out and opened her door.
"Come on, I'll give you a lift home and we'll worry about this tomorrow."
And silently she got in his truck gave him a tight sad smile and off they went. Softly playing in the background was the unearthly magnificent chant, endlessly begging God's mercy. O'Neill reached over to turn it off but she stilled his hand and let the voices express her sorrow. As it flowed through her, into the music, the pain of her father's passing flowed out into the universe.
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Kyrie, Sanctus, Agnus Dei – Chant, Mode V